Is Powerless The First Book Novels & Stories

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HOSPITAL His dark pair of cold eyes were wet and red as his both hands were holding the wrinkled hand of his half dead birth giver tightly, expecting her to open her beautiful pearly eyes and look at him again. But there she was lying half dead... unconsciously. Jordan Lawrence was the man of strict and powerful rule, he was known to achieve anything he chooses to achieve with his power. But right here he was helpless. He was freaking helpless for only one thing, he cannot help his mother but to watch her lying on the bed with the support of all those machines attached to her body...

Powers that have been waiting for you to awaken them. Powers? I thought. Me—the girl everyone dismissed as weak, powerless, nothing. My mind flashed to memories of Alpha Itao, his cold words cutting me down, telling me I’d never amount to anything. But it was all a lie. All this time, something had been lying dormant within me, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

He was mocking her in her dreams. She shuddered and picked up a book from Maribelle's shelf. It was a fantasy, a time when creatures of all kinds lived together in harmony. They band together to fight an evil force in the world and bring about peace. Peace between all of the creatures of the earth. It was a novel idea, an idea that plagued Olivia's dreams. If only she lived in a world where the creatures of the earth lived in peace and harmony. Maybe then, she would not have been at the mercy of Simon.

But the rhythm was the same—alive, indifferent, relentless. I passed a bookstore and paused. In the window, a display caught my eye. A stack of books titled Power Without Permission. My name on the cover. I stared at it longer than necessary. Not because I was proud. But because I remembered the girl who once believed power had to be granted. I stepped inside and bought a copy. At home, I placed the book on the shelf beside others—histories, theories, stories written by women who refused erasure. It fit there.

Patrick had texted. Natalia replied, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't talk about your mom like that. But it does break my heart to see you so upset." Patrick typed, "Why won't she just disappear? Then I could stay with you forever, Nat!" "I want to be with you forever too, but Luna Evelyn will never allow it. And she's not going anywhere. She always clings to your dad," Natalia replied. Patrick said, "She's the worst. A crazy woman. A nasty witch!"

But they had made a grave mistake. I was no longer the girl who had stumbled into this world with nothing but questions. I wasn’t powerless anymore. I turned away from the door, my breath tight in my throat. There was no more room for doubt or hesitation. The time for survival had passed. I would not be cornered like prey. Not again. Once, I was powerless. A pawn but not anymore. Power thrummed in my blood now and my wolf uncoiled like fire beneath my skin, pacing restlessly. She felt what I felt. She didn’t cower.

"Alistair, ruler of the Underworld Kingdom, leader of the demons, powerful and invincible, but his most terrible gift is that he can resurrect dead demons. The only person who can defeat him is the so-called 'chosen one' of the sorceresses. If she succeeds, the Underworld will weaken and the other evil creatures will be left without defense, demons will not be able to return after being chased away by the sorceresses..." Selene's eyes widened in surprise. This dream, or rather a nightmare, was a kind of vision, a vision of what could happen to her if she fails the mission. The thought terrified Selene, so she immediately closed the Book of Magic with a bang and put it on the desk. Sitting on

Dear readers, this book has been placed on Hiatus at the moment as I’m currently busy with my other book. I’m not abandoning this book but I don’t want to update two books at the same time. Hopefully, I’ll be done with FALL FOR THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER sooner than later and I’ll be able to complete POWERLESS. Thanks for the support ❤️

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

“But this is not about comfort. This is about control.” I leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “All my life,” I said slowly, “I thought being powerless meant being safe. Turns out being powerful is just as terrifying.” River let out a small laugh. “Welcome to the club.” I exhaled. “Fine,” I said finally. “I will read the book. Again. Properly.” Jane raised a brow. “Without skimming.” “Yes,” I groaned. “Without skimming.” “And no portals,” River added.